Baby Chick FlicksMarch 27, 2010 at 9:28 pm | Posted in Bun | 26 Comments
“Can I just spray a little PAM down there right before the baby comes out?”
This line, from Baby Mama, made me fall out of my chair. (There may also have been some guffawing involved.) Because, well, yes. Wouldn’t it be so much easier if a little PAM was all we needed to get the job done?
As Good As It Gets
Last night, I went to my shower for Bun. We watched Baby Mama and laughed. About the PAM, about brown smudges looking decidedly chocolate- and poop-like, about how hard it is to open a childproof toilet. We marveled at how cute Greg Kinnear is.
We talked. Really talked. About the usual: diapers, nap schedules, and C-section scars. But also about going back to school and our dream vacations. About loving our babies but wanting our bodies back. It was conversation: eager, honest, real.
And we sprinkled Bun with impossibly tiny diapers and puff-painted onesies. We felt his little hands push against my stomach. We called him by his name.
It’s Not Me, It’s You
When my friends offered to throw me a little something a while back, I really wanted to say no. With two kids already, we have the stuff. Everything we need — and lots we don’t need (27 sippy cups?) — to raise a third child. I felt a little ungrateful, a little selfish, a little presumptuous asking people for more stuff.
No, my friends insisted. This baby deserves to be celebrated, too. It would be about him, not me. (Case in point: the free-flowing Dr. Pepper and mountains of Oreos … two of Bun’s major cravings. Definitely not, um, what my taste buds desire.)
Sitting Down on the Job
And it was about him. It was his night.
But it was mine, too. I got to sit. I got my plate fixed for me. My drink refilled. My Bun’s Oreos replenished. Without even having to ask.
I left feeling renewed. Feeling a part of a community of friends who understand it all. Feeling that I can do this job, this impossibly grueling and amazing job of being a mother.
With a little PAM, of course.
Watching Baby Mama got me thinking about my other favorite baby-themed movies. And all those Oreos got me thinking I better not attempt sleep until my heartburn medicine kicks in. So:
My Top 10 Baby Movies*
1. Mr. Mom: Feeding chili to a baby with a runaway vacuum on the loose, all while trying to kick a nasty soap opera habit? Totally been there.
2. Three Men and a Baby: Magnum PI showing his sweet, cuddly side … Need I say more?
3. Look Who’s Talking: I think of this movie every time I hear the Beach Boys. “Round, round, get around, I get aroooouuuund!”
4. Baby Boom: She makes her own applesauce, for Pete’s sake.
5. Juno: I can’t look at orange Tic Tacs without smiling. And ThunderCats, Ho!
6. Traffic: Pregnant and powerful Catherine Zeta Jones makes me cheer for mothers everywhere. (Despite the tiny detail that she’s selling cocaine on her husband’s behalf.)
7. Gone, Baby, Gone: Hated this movie. But I needed to see it. Tough stuff.
8. One Fine Day: George Clooney as a doting father. Ice cream at Serendipity’s. Kid sticking a marble up his nose. Something for everyone.
9. Sex and the City: Remember the episode where Samantha “repairs” Brady’s bouncy seat? And the one where Charlotte’s friend steals her baby name? And the one where Carrie runs into Aidan and his son? Man, I love that show.
10. The Office: Jim and Pam procreating? About time. And breastfeeding the wrong baby? Totally something I might do in a sleep-deprived haze if I had to share a hospital room.
What did I forget? What’s your favorite? Are you a fan of Jim and Pam?
*OK, not all these are about babies. And not all these are movies. But we can make it work, right?